Chapter Fifty - Six
Linda
Peace.
A single word to describe death.
That's what I wanted when I closed my eyes and let the blackness take me. I had known from the moment that I closed my eyes that I would die.
But then I did not.
The moment I opened my eyes, I wanted to die.
I knew what things I have to face today if I did open my eyes. Somebody stroked my hand and my eyes snapped to his.
James.
Above him was Michael, who was towering over him. They were looking at me. I could not stand to see the sight of them. I shielded my eyes from my arm.
"Why did you save me?" I asked. My voice was already a little heavy from swallowing my tears.
Nobody answered. Then Michael spoke.
"Linda ..."
"Is my baby alive?" I asked them, dreading to hear the answer. I knew what their answer would be but a part of my poor heart still held onto the silly hope.